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[icemasta]

“It’s happening

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[stupidityinblue]

Something invisible and intangible sweeps into the room, curious. An odd thing is happening here, but it looks like a private party, so he'll stay out of sight and keep his mouth shut.

For now.

[prankster_femme]

*is leaving from Warp's quarters, but hears something weird coming from one of the rooms on her way out* *half-breaks, half-sneaks into the room and boggles at Snowcat* ...What the slag?

[toughguytruck]

*Demolishor doesn't notice her at first. He's gently widening the hole in Snowcat's windshield and trying not to worry about all the fluid gushing out of the ATV's chest cavity*

[prankster_femme]

Ewww... *starts hovering so the spilled fluid doesn't get anywhere near her* *watches in disgusted fascination*

[toughguytruck]

*looks up abruptly, wrist deep in...he doesn't really want to know what this goop is* What are you doing in here?

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex peeks in tentatively. She's not really sure what place she's in (having never seen any of the crashed ships on Earth, or anything on Earth except Autobot City, for that matter), or why she's here... there are times when Primus just informs her that she'll now being going through so-and-so unmarked portal to help someone on the other side, and so she did*

Hello? *she finally sees the room's occupants, and her optics widen* Oh no... Snowcat's LOL?

[toughguytruck]

*glares up at her, missile launchers starting to rise* You. You stay right there. I'm gonna need some stress relief when this is all over. *the tube slips out of his hands, leaking fluid onto Snowcat's legs, and Demolishor scrambles to tie it off. On the floor, a small metal creature wriggles and yells*

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex blinks; well, at least he's still behaving as per usual. She scans over the room once more, and catches sight of the squirming metallic being -- it's one of the zambonis -- and hesitates, torn between seeing to it, or the two mechs nearby. After a few moments of observing, she decides Demolishor's doing fine where he's at, and apparently has little regard for the sparkling. Someone has to see to him.

She quickly approaches him, attempts to see what the problem is, and if the little mech can be calmed.

[toughguytruck]

*The tiny thing flails, trying to find comfort from some being or other. It turns its head and looks at her with tiny purple optics, then starts reaching for her*